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Death Wish

I’m coming back from the dead and I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take.

Long after the sacrifice had been done,
with a slight dab on the trigger of a gun,
and the consequences have already begun,
the love in his heart had long been gone

The pain and the taste of regretfulness
has filled his mouth with hatefulness
the blood on his hands and its rusty taste
always kept him raging over the fact in haste

So, with a stab on his back and revenge by his side,
he will make the traitor bow down and confide
to all the sins and the tragic plan that have made him blind
because of the sharp light on the mirror that always shined.